Humanimals

I am 37000 feet in the air travelling 581 miles per hour.
I can see a perfect gradient between the sunrise and the dark of space.
The only light outside is the left wing warning indicator.
Below me is an immeasurable amount of water, and nearly as much life.
Above me, more than 6 times the distance to sea level until the edge of the atmosphere, and not a quarter as much air in it all.
At each side, the sea of clouds make mountains against the horizons light, and it -60 Farenheit.
I sit comfortably.
I exert no effort.
My only complaints are a lack of movement and the absense of silence.
In this most unnatural position I partake in one of the hallmarks of human achievement.
This is commercial flight: the everyday miracle.